Soon, under the arrangement of the slave trader's director, Moriarty and Medusa were taken to a small, isolated building near the market. It's an idle logistics warehouse for the caravan, not clean, but it's better than secret.

"My lord, then I will take my leave. You... Enjoy? ”

Looking at Medusa who fell to the ground again, the director shook his head incomprehensibly and took his leave with a smile. Anyway, the world of Nigon is also vast, and it is normal to have a few dark elves with unique "interests".

Outside, seeing that the slave supervisor had come out and left, Pocos carefully closed the door and stood guard around him.

When there was no one else in the small building, Moriarty looked at Medusa who fell to the ground, suddenly smiled, and then directly took out the test tube, grabbed the opponent's surprisingly delicate and tender arm again, and began to draw blood.

"What are you doing!? Let me go! You bastard! ”

Medusa, who was still "pretending to be asleep", suddenly opened her eyes and saw a dark elf "riding" on her body in a very obscene manner and doing unimaginable "evil things". Medusa immediately screamed and writhed as hard as she could, hoping to get out of the clutches of the other party. It's a pity that her body is weak and weak, and her struggle is not only futile, but it shows her beautiful and agile figure, which can't help but attract people to go on a blind date.

Luckily, the weird dark elf just pumped a tube of blood and got up from his body. Medusa then rolled over and leaned against a pile of pockets beside her, looking at each other in disgust and wariness.

"Very good, since you are 'awake', we can also communicate with each other." Moriarty carefully collected the blood before sitting down across from Medusa. looked at the "weird old woman" with her hands in front of her chest with a smile.

"Humph!"

just glared at Moriarty again, but Medusa turned her head away and ignored the other party, obviously refusing to communicate.

"This is not the attitude of talking to the master, old woman!" Moriarty looked at Medusa and suddenly smiled again.

"Humph!"

Medusa actually didn't want to pay attention to any of the other party's words, but when she heard the word "old woman", she couldn't help but get angry in her heart and snorted coldly.

"I know you're not as old as you seem. Is that so? "Seeing Medusa's reaction. Moriarty finally put away his smile, stood up, and bowed his head to the other party.

“…”

Hearing this, Medusa's body suddenly shook. But it stopped immediately. A long silence ensued.

"It doesn't matter. You don't want to talk to me, and you don't force it. Anyway, I have what I want, and then I'll leave. As for you, you can stay here if you want. If you want to go back to the slave market and continue to lie on your stomach, you can do whatever you want. After waiting for nearly five more minutes, seeing that Medusa was still silent, Moriarty gave a light explanation, and then turned and walked in the direction of the door.

It's not a pretentious or playful affair, and although Moriarty is a little interested and curious about the strange Medusa in front of her, it is not yet big enough to interfere with the right thing to do. Anyway, Medusa's blood has been obtained, and the feather of transformation has a new transformation option, and Moriati's purpose has been achieved. As for Medusa's reluctance to talk, she was left to fend for herself. And in this "dark and colorful", once she is abandoned again, the end will only be more miserable and desolate.

"You, wait a minute!"

Just as Moriarty's hand touched the deadbolt, there was a soft drink from Medusa.

And unlike the previous pretense of being hoarse, this time, what came into Moriarty's ears was a coquettish and charming cry, and with a certain peculiar "slightest sound", which added a lot of exotic psychedelic and fantasy flavors to it.

Immediately, Moriarty turned around.

"Why are you taking my blood?" Without talking about anything else, Medusa raised her head and asked coldly first.

"What does this have to do with you?" But Moriarty frowned strangely, as if hearing a stupid question.

"You!"

"As a slave, you have no right to question what your master has done to your body, but you should be glad I didn't do anything else."

As he spoke, Moriarty's gaze swept over Medusa's towering chest. The latter immediately felt a chill, and put his hands in front of him even harder, blocking the "extremely disgusting" look.

"How do you know I'm not really old?" After looking at each other for a long time, Medusa finally couldn't help it and asked the core question.

"Have you ever seen such a delicate figure of an old woman, such a penetrating eyes, and such a delicate voice?" Moriarty smiled and finally said a "human word" that Medusa slightly recognized.

But in fact, what really made him make such a judgment was the blood that had just been drawn from Medusa's arm. The blood, mellow and thick, is full of active power; But at the same time, it seems to be entangled by some strange energy, and the luster is inexplicably dim.

"You're right, my real age is not as old as it seems. Or believe it or not, I'm actually only twenty-six years old. Looking at the dark elf in front of her, Medusa suddenly let out a low sigh.

"I believe it."

However, Moriarty nodded directly, and at the same time his gaze once again slid over Medusa's concave curves, as if to testify to his words.

In this regard, Medusa first snorted coldly, but then couldn't help but glance at the other party. The eyes are not coquettish, full of seduction.

"Are you cursed? Or is it corrupted by some kind of alien energy? No more jokes, Moriarty put away his smile and asked.

"It's a curse!" Medusa gritted her teeth so hard that she almost bit her lip.

"Which one?"

"Words of Aging!" This word seemed to have been suffocated in Medusa's heart for too long, and now that she spit it out, she felt the illusion that every word was draining blood.

"Impossible!"

However, when he heard Medusa's words, Moriarty immediately denied it.

For no other reason, the "Aging Language" is the signature skill of Dejia's "Dragon Lich", which can be called "the whisper of decaying things". Once the curse of the "Aging Language" is successful, the following extreme path will die immediately, but the death is like a natural death when the longevity has been exhausted. Above the extreme, depending on the strength of the strong, they will suffer multiple powerful injuries such as "life deprivation", "class level reduction", and "aging body", and it is extremely difficult to remove them. According to the scriptures, only the Holy Spirit Priest under the command of the God of Light was able to use the power of divine light to expel the "Word of Aging" from the body of the recipient. In addition, unless you find the legendary "Mysterious Garden" and wash your body with the spring water in it, you can remove a malicious power, including the "Aging Language".

And it is precisely because of the power of the "Aging Language" that even the Dragon Lich must reach level 15 before he can master the spell. And the fifteenth-level dragon lich is already a figure in the town country in Dejia, and it is impossible to appear in the underground world. At the same time, then again, if she really fell for the "words of aging", I am afraid that the Medusa in front of her would have turned into a bowl of ashes, and she would have to sit here and gnash her teeth.

"It's really the 'word of aging'. However, the curse was sealed in a scroll that flowed into the underworld hundreds of years ago. Seeing that the other party didn't believe it, Medusa immediately said again.

"Spell scrolls? Something hundreds of years ago? Kindness... It's still possible. ”

Hearing the other party's additional information, Moriarty nodded again.

If Medusa's words are true, then the spell scroll sealed with the "Words of Aging" should be a rare item that has been transmitted from the surface to the underground world before the Ice Apocalypse, and it must also belong to the treasure level.

And after the passage of time and baptism in the past few hundred years, especially the indiscriminate energy storm of the Ice Apocalypse, it is thought that the spell scroll must have suffered damage, so that the "words of aging" in it have also been greatly weakened. Until he was finally summoned, he cursed even a little Medusa to death, and could only make her look old and weak. Of course, for Medusa herself, such a damage effect is powerful enough, and it is a heavy blow to a young and beautiful woman.

"Your status should be very noble, right?" After thinking for a moment, Moriarty suddenly added.

"Why do you say that!?" Medusa was stunned for a moment, and then showed a wary look.

'Isn't that obvious?' No matter how old the Aging Word scroll is, it is also a very precious magic item, and it is naturally impossible to use it on a penniless pawn. Moreover, this kind of assassination method is not a frontal attack, and your enemy should not be as powerful as you. ”

“…”

Seeing that Moriarty had guessed her background six or seven in just a few words, Medusa couldn't help but be shocked.

"Tell me about your name, your class level, and... Birth. Then, Moriarty asked directly.

"You can call me Fanny, the eleventh level 'Mandala Servant'. As for the origin, you don't need to know! After a pause, Medusa finally answered the question, albeit only halfway.

"Eleventh level mandala servant? Well, for your actual age, that's amazing. ”

Looking at Medusavane, Moriarty sighed and nodded.

It can be seen that there are geniuses everywhere, and there is no suitable description for being able to set foot in the middle of the high level before the age of thirty, except for being commensurate with genius. It's a pity that because of the "words of aging", Fanny's actual combat power in front of her may have regressed to a low-level level. Even because of his weak body, I'm afraid that he can't even be called a low-level.

"If I say, I may have a way to remove the 'words of aging' from you. What do you think? Just as Medusa was about to say something again, Moriarty suddenly smiled and said to her.

Hearing this, Fanny was struck by lightning and almost pounced on the dark elf in front of her. (To be continued......)